I feel empty inside..
I feel as though a part of me has died.
Every problem I face is nothing more than me obsessing over my mistakes.

Many times I've gotten lost in my mind.. Lost over trivial issues such as the future, past, and where I fit in this grand design.

The maker is unknown, life after death is an enigma that we simply think about as we mark the next grave stone.
I look up at the sky, into the stars and think, am I emotionally on the edge of becoming existentially extinct?

I guess those days come and go, and I look around again at this life, and decide to give it another go.
But those days when I'm lost, those days in the unknown..those are unfortunately what I seem to call home.